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Lips by Rudolph Care | Josephine (04)
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- 5
Dinner in Paris with good bread and candlelight burning all the way down.
In June, wonderful people gathered around Laurianne Melierre’s table for shared dishes served on gloriously 70s-style platters — and beautiful skincare — as she with Rudolph Care hosted a dinner party.
People have always told me that I do “a lot of things” — whatever that might mean. If I had to summarise, I’d say I’m an entrepreneur, creative, presenter, and cyclist. After more than ten years working as a journalist in print, radio, podcast, and television, I founded PLUME, my editorial agency. My team of journalists and I sit at the crossroads of premium copywriting and strategic storytelling.
The agency takes up most of my time, but I remain deeply committed to my passions — cycling, sport, travel, and meeting new people. In 2023, I launched Free The Cycle, a women’s cycling club through which I organise group rides and bikepacking adventures. I’m proud to say that nearly 30 women join me every month to experiment what “being outside” really means. And in early 2025, I co-founded Plan de Table, a dinner series in Paris, with my sister Romane.
Throughout my career, I’ve had the chance to meet countless fascinating individuals. Over time, I started inviting the ones who inspired me to my home. Eventually, I noticed something essential: nothing touches people more deeply than being welcomed into someone’s home. Being “inside” someone’s space changes everything — the tone of the conversations, people’s posture, the depth of connection.
Plan de Table — “table plan” in English — was born out of this passion for hosting. These are intimate dinners for twelve guests, designed in collaboration with brands or creative minds. My sister and I invite brilliant thinkers from our wide network (and beyond), and bring them together in a warm, intimate, and unique setting — my home, to be exact. Our first dinner brought together powerful women for the platform Substack. And I’m proud to be creating a new one for Rudolph Care this June!
A Parisian dinner party is never just about food — it’s about conversation. It's about a certain kind of effortless elegance, where the charm lies in the mood rather than the perfection. There’s always good bread, wine that flows, people smoking and chatting on the balcony, and the unspoken rule that no one ever leaves before midnight. It’s also about spontaneity: mismatched plates, last-minute guests, candles burned all the way down.
Parisian dinners are intimate and theatrical at once — you can talk politics, art, love and heartbreak in the same evening, all with a touch of irony. It’s not so much about impressing your guests as it is about making them feel — seen, heard, inspired. That’s the real magic.
Natural wine is always a good place to start — alive, a bit wild, often surprising. But I also love to offer non-alcoholic options that are just as thoughtful: bitter, complex drinks with botanicals, or artisanal infusions that spark curiosity. The idea is that everyone feels considered, whatever they’re drinking.
I love dishes made to be shared — the kind that land in the middle of the table and make people go “wow” when they arrive. But instead of everyone helping themselves, one person serves the others, like at home. It brings a sense of care and intimacy, even if there’s a chef in the kitchen. It could be a whole roasted fish, a big seasonal salad, or slow-cooked vegetables with sauces on the side. The kind of food that brings people together without saying a word.
I actually have a playlist I come back to almost every time, it is called Chill on Spotify. It blends old soul, nostalgic pop, experimental gems and low-key hip hop. You’ll hear Ahmad Al Shaeri flowing into Tracy Chapman, then Soul of Mischief mixed with The Korgis or Tems. There’s also Muddy Monk, Anna Cohen, Cola Boyy or CIRCUS — names people don’t always know, but that always spark curiosity. The idea is to create a gentle soundscape that evolves with the night — something familiar but unexpected. Inevitably, someone asks: “Wait — what’s this track?” And when the moment calls for it, I can feel when it’s time to shift into “let’s dance” mode — with Aya Nakamura, Childish Gambino or Saïan Supa Crew.
Everything on my table has been found, thrifted or brought back from somewhere — I’ve sourced 100% of it over time. That means every object has a story. The 70s ceramic plates, the mismatched silverware, the vintage wine glasses — even the salt shakers, which are actually little iridescent seashells I found on a trip. I also love mixing in pieces I made myself in ceramics — some bowls or plates hide tiny hand-sculpted vegetables at the bottom, like a playful surprise. I’m all about adding slightly “kirky” touches or meaningful objects from my travels that spark conversation.
Flowers play a big part too — we work with my friend, floral designer Laura Huang, who creates vibrant, unexpected arrangements that feel alive and just the right amount of wild. And always, always: candles in abundance. There’s something magical about a table that feels layered, lived-in and full of intention — like a small world you’ve been invited into.
And now for something a little different – but just as important…
It’s very simple — made up of products I love or that tell a story. In the morning, I start with a few spritzes of floral water from Abiessence, a tiny local distillery in Auvergne, just near my father’s village. I go there once a year to refill my bottles. Rose, orange blossom and yarrow are my favourites. Then I follow with a hydrating serum, a moisturiser and SPF 50.
In the evening, I double cleanse, then repeat the same steps — sometimes adding a little drop of ultra-pure beef tallow to my cream. Once a week, I exfoliate gently and apply a nourishing, hydrating mask.
Sleeping! We don’t talk about it enough, but it’s the number one secret to beautiful skin. My goal is really to build a better sleeping routine, I’m not the best at it as I tend to be hyperactive and struggle to relax.
The sensorial experience and the story behind a product are what touch me most. I fell in love with Rudolph Care because I immersed myself in the brand’s universe during a trip to Copenhagen. I need to ask questions, to see the faces behind the formulas. I was completely captivated by Andrea Rudolph’s beauty, strength, vision and resilience — ever since, Rudolph Care products have been my favourites and I rush to Oh My Cream every once in a while to restock.
It’s rarely mentioned, but I have to say: the Lip Gloss in the shade Josephine (named after a team member I instantly adored during my trip to CPH) is the best thing I’ve ever put on my lips.
Beyond that, I swear by the sun care line — from the Sun Face Cream and Sun Face Serum to the Sun Stick that comes with me on every cycling adventure. For the face, the Hydrating Cleansing Milk is my daily go-to. I love its soft, melting texture.
It hasn’t always been easy. As a mixed-race woman — with a white French father and a Black Cameroonian mother — I tan easily, and from the first rays of sun I get a lovely golden glow and freckles. For a long time, it made me think I didn’t need sun protection. Now I know better, and I wear SPF 50 almost every day. Same when I’m cycling: long sleeves, sun stick in my saddlebag, and off I go!
Exercise. Number one, always. I’d rather spend an hour running, swimming, hiking, doing yoga or CrossFit than an hour in the bathroom. I discovered sport around the age of 26, during a bike trip — and it changed my life. Movement gave me confidence in my body and my strength. It reshaped me, inside and out. I used to feel fragile — now I feel strong. I see it in the mirror, and I feel it mentally too.
These days, I do CrossFit, run, bike — almost daily. It’s become essential. Sport also makes me want to take care of myself. I know my body better: when I’m hungry, thirsty, tired. I’ve developed a deep sense of self-awareness. It makes me want to cherish my body. I exfoliate, hydrate. A lot. That also comes from my mother’s culture — the body matters, it should be moisturised and cherished.
It’s my way of saying “thank you” to my body for everything it allows me to do. I love its strength, and the fact that my mind and my body are now completely connected. It didn’t used to be like this — and that feels like a huge victory.
Body lotion. Without question. Culturally, Black and mixed-race skin tends to be moisturised more — maybe because it’s more visible when it’s dry? But for me it’s crucial. Skin is our largest organ. When you hydrate it regularly, it softens, becomes more comfortable, and smells amazing. I simply can’t step out of the shower without moisturising head to toe.
Oh, what a wonderful question! Beauty brands — especially those that don’t offer hair products — often forget how deeply hair impacts the way we see ourselves. It’s anything but superficial. Especially for me, with thick, curly hair. I grew up in a time when the standard of beauty was straight hair. I developed a sense of shame around my curls — the kind of hair magazines called “unruly” or “to be tamed.” Never something to care for or celebrate.
From the age of 17 to 24, I straightened my hair. And then one day, I imagined myself as a mother. How could I tell my children they’re beautiful just as they are — with their curly hair — if I wasn’t embracing my own? I stopped everything and began learning how to care for my curls. I haven’t straightened my hair since. It’s been almost 10 years.
Honestly? I don’t have much control — they kind of decide what they want (and I’m not even joking). But generally, I do a lot of masks and apply overnight serums. Adrien Coelho’s are amazing for that. I wash my hair once a week — they don’t really get dirty or greasy — and I keep them super hydrated. For defined curls, I use a leave-in conditioner, then lock in the moisture with a light oil or serum.
Take your time. Try lots of different products — every curl is different, even from the one next to it. And if I don’t have time? I slick my hair back into a tight bun with a nourishing mask inside. Treatment on the go!